Unanimous Decision Lyrics - Singles - Mr. Cheeks

Ay yo listen, I blow the spot hot, chicks I only get with 

My nigga says, Got me shit, to help me spit with 

Me and my crew, man, we don't got the same dimes 

Don't got the same style, don't got the same rhymes 

Ay yo, this shit is major, blow my cell and pager 

Say, I love but hate ya, love my cousin Hasha 

I'm in the strap game tight, I'm in the mix of things 

Ay yo this spot here is only for the folks who came 

Why were the niggas talkin'? You better keep on walkin' 

You reppin' Queens nigga, I'm reppin' East New York 

We keep the blunts sparkin' keep all the bitches talkin' 

Stop all the yappin' nigga, before you in a coffin 

Yo why you startin' Cheeks and then I stop to cough 

On this track like a newborn orphan, I stay boss face 

Up in the club flossin' with Dave Chanel 

I just met him but I be tossin' 

Yo before this niggas did it I had to Yankee fit it 

With the black bandannas, yo this shit bananas 

They think they doin' them, they really doin' me 

They think they doin' R O L Q L E 

They need to knock it off, I got the bank tight 

Ay yo I'm back up in this game as if I'm Frank White 

It's time to give it to these niggas, kid it's really time 

No doubt you gettin' burned, you need to learn to rhyme 

Fuck from a dummy nigga, it's nothin' funny nigga 

We rockin' gold fronts way before cash money nigga 

The wife beat if off, I keeps the heater warm 

You thought G was gone and now you see it's on 

I keep it really raw, that's how we give it to 'em 

I'm holdin' down my G's we need to get to doin' 

I got these kids growin', at least they right behind me 

I live in 2 0 7, East New York you know where to find me 

Ay yo let's get this money, let's stash some real estate 

No doubt I feel the love, no doubt I feel the hate 

It's no stopping us, some corny niggas hatin' us 

Who pushin' us back to back, who skatin' us 

On twenty inches now, with my tens down 

I push a truck now, don't give a fuck now 

I got my ho with me, she wanna roll with me 

You wanna smoke with me? Well, bitch roll up with me 

Yo, I keep it low key, the whole world know me 

I put a lot of niggas on, niggas owe me 

Niggas know how I get down, how I do 

I know I bit off more than I could fuckin' chew 

Ay yo I hit you nigga, never forget you nigga 

Dynamic duo, you's a slim grim, I'm holy chulu 

The greatest tag team ever, got our shit together 

Yo I'm a field jacket, yo I'm a butter leather 

That's how we make a hood Queens, Brooklyn 

Once again shit is on, can we gone 

C'mon, c'mon